to the ruler of the land.
Send them through the desert
to the mountain of beautiful Zion.
at the shallow crossings of the Arnon River.
“Defend us against our enemies.
Protect us from their relentless attack.
Do not betray us now that we have escaped.
Hide them from our enemies until the terror is past.”
When oppression and destruction have ended
and enemy raiders have disappeared,
He will rule with mercy and truth.
He will always do what is just
and be eager to do what is right.
about its pride and arrogance and rage.
But all that boasting has disappeared.
Yes, everyone in Moab mourns
for the cakes of raisins from Kir-hareseth.
They are all gone now.
the vineyards at Sibmah are deserted.
The rulers of the nations have broken down Moab —
that beautiful grapevine.
Its tendrils spread north as far as the town of Jazer
and trailed eastward into the wilderness.
Its shoots reached so far west
that they crossed over the Dead Sea.a
my tears will flow for Heshbon and Elealeh.
There are no more shouts of joy
over your summer fruits and harvest.
gone the joy of harvest.
There will be no singing in the vineyards,
no more happy shouts,
no treading of grapes in the winepresses.
I have ended all their harvest joys.
I am filled with anguish for Kir-hareseth.b
but it will do them no good.
They will cry to the gods in their temples,
but no one will be able to save them.